And I so badly wanted to do it.
Partly because I thought it'd be as fun as they always potrayed it
but largely because I wanted to fit in and be seen
And maybe, just maybe, to win an embrace.
Or better even, a seat. A cossy permanent seat,
at their table of approval.

"Don't do it, Son."
A still small voice, so loud, so clear and so distinct, whispered!
I could sense the Love behind it, beckoning with open arms
But I couldn't get myself to turn,
my neck was stiff, and I couldn't let my...